buried under sheens of dust `like winter nights need fire, like temples need a shrine, like lovers need desire, like prophets need a sign - i need him`
lie broken fragments of my past.
from yellow boots to stiletto heels
a timeline of what I feel.
candy coated recollections
of a teenager’s earnest affections
in the form of stuffed toy gifts
and stolen kisses in a lift.
cold bitterness that’s steeped in time
of moments that refused to rhyme
and acid truths too harsh to bear
in broken dreams of lover’s lairs.
warm sunshine smiles that I hold close
tears falling soft, off mother’s nose
of hair braided so lovingly
and playful hopscotch by the sea.
unknown night in town painted red
of immediate regret for what I said
a sacred sanction between friends
a trust that forever could never end.
conversations by the moon
endings that came all too soon
three way conferences which I held dear
till reality materialized crystal clear.
accidental attractions between a pair
on autumn days so sepia fair
a captured moment not meant to be
hopeful hearts of mashed uncertainty.
angsty writing crossed in ink
when alcohol was a common drink
flying so high only to fall
questions if I’ll ever have them all.
of salted tears on stained pillow case
a part of youth that went to waste
and turned now into adult’s prime
how fast thou art, sweet wretched time -
like shadows in the background
a history of soundless sounds
nothing can take away all of these
my best kept secrets;
in this walk-in closet of memories.
forbidden city is a pretty show.
bang, i got hurt yesterday.
cough & sneeze. it sucks being sick.
__SMILE (:
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